Tuesday, August 12, 2008

the magical number seven (plus or minus two)

        they are waiting for me.
        in rain soaked hoods 
        and fallen leaves,
                        with sixteen stitches 
                        and fo(u)r needles.

          the color in here, -it's just,
                        just the (i'm)(press)ion i needed

                        the memory of events, is startling;
                        starting with the li(n)es, shad(y)ing, 
                        and the colors...

                        all the vivid col(ours)

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